Went in a cafe of the wrong class today. [sad face]

[TiggyD]

There were 2 cafes near each other. I picked the wrong one. I'm lower middle class and the cafe was for middle middle class to about lower upper class. I should have guessed by the little accent they put over the 'e' in the name.

I went in and up to the counter and asked for a sausage roll and a hot chocolate and they didn't give it to me. I was told to go sit at a table. My sausage roll came served on a plate with salad which, and you might not believe this, somebody had drizzled on! I'm guessing it was basil oil or some such frippery, although the cafe with an accent was next to a boating lake the same colour.

I should have gone to the other one where I'm sure I could have just taken the sausage roll in a bag or on a paper plate without being drizzled at.

It's hard being English.

Has anyone ever stopped at Gloucester motorway services?

Middle class services where you get an organic butchers shop instead of a w h smiths, and they offer to brush your burger bap with rapeseed oil using a delicate herb sprig brush. Don't rely on getting a saucer with your overpriced latte though, they tend to run out as clearing the tables and washing up is not their forte.

Seven pounds for a pasty is cheap by Chatsworth standards. Two years ago they were selling rhubarb for a pound a stlck. Dd worked in that cafe for a while last summer, many a tale had she to tell...

I would like you all to know that there is a place in Washington State that is so lumberjacket themed you get your burgers served on an axehead.

Talc I think it tastes like someone has dunked their fag end in there.

Mind you I have come to like fennel tea so who am I to teajudge? Can't drink proper tea at work as no pot and no fresh milk possible. Fennel/fruit doable and can be drunk lukewarm. It's hard. No HR I can turn to. Must be brave.

Have discovered pomegranate tea which is just a bit fruitier than any other 90 types of fruity teas and tastes no different but makes the office smell nice.

Definitely went in the wrong class cafe today - no green tea only cranberry green tea ffs!!! Explanation given that they don't sell enough of it to be worth selling. Struggled to see the logic - normal tea cost £1.50 there, so they only needed to sell 2 cups of green tea to recoup the cost of 20 bags at Tesco's - please someone explain to me if this was lower middle class.

I'm in Forrin too, and right now would kill my granny for a decent pasty.

• British rail/builders/PG tips is 'Orange Pekoe'. You can wow them with that down the hipster caff

Wish I'd fucking known it when hungover from hell in NY trying to get a bloody tea - I could hardly see, let alone choose a leaf from a list

Grinchy Don't all Greggs have electronic tills these days? Although we did do it all in our heads when I worked there in the early 90s.

Tbh I've no clue. I've not been in one for years. Greggs is too classy for us these days cos we have a pound bakery...

Think not lower middle class as it is generally upper middle onwards who are no good at money sums.

It should be pointed out that Earl Grey is dead.

And when I say dead, I mean really dead. Not nearly dead but might pull through if he's lucky, but dead as a dormouse. Think of somebody dead, well Earl Grey is easily as dead, if not deader. You can text him all you want but there's no chance of him ever getting back to you.

Tells you all you need to know about his tea.

I believe his wife is quite exceptionally dead as well.

I was given a menu today one of the dishes has 'leek ash and truffle oil', I was so discombobulated that I could figure out the class of the place but I figured in hindsight it is probably middle middle with a upward leaning to middle higher middle middle

If no-one else has already suggested it, I would suggest the OP go to the thread that is discussing reverse snobbery. This is a perfect example.

I couldn't figure out (I'm such a positive soul I find it hard to be negative you see)

This is the funniest thread on Mumsnet, ney, the flippin' internet!

Definitely one for the weekend newsletter.

Can't stop giggling.

It's like old mumsnet of yore, this thread... luffly

Foxes was it 'leek, ash and truffle oil'? because if so just an honest but faggy management and so to be applauded.

leek ash and truffle oil

A vegetable funeral and a creaky squeaky urn?

Today, I scored an invite to the local Greggs shopping drinking Christmas day out.
THATS how much I frequent their establishment.
(Twirls clutching a falafel wrap)

I'm a bit aghast that no-one has noticed that a pp mentioned 'serviettes' (shudder).Serviettes are indicative of a lower class establishment. If said establishment has napkins, then one can be reassured that one is in a higher class environment. Napkins also tend to be a bit thicker and better for wiping HP sauce off one's fingers.

OP, while your experience was unfortunate, let's spare a thought for the real victims of cafe culture mistakes
www.google.co.uk/amp/www.standard.co.uk/news/london/caf-customer-calls-police-after-he-was-served-the-wrong-type-of-tea-a3335251.html%3Famp?client=safari

I was in a poncy cafe once. They asked me if I wanted extra hot water with my tea. I said no because I couldn't understand how water could be any hotter than boiling. How we laughed when my pal explained that it was just some more water. P.s. I'm working class/lower working class/have actually been underclass at one point

Fiderer you must be in Deutschland. They feed fennel tea to newborns as well. When I had dd1 there was almost a total standoff in the hospital requiring translators, as a group of British mothers had just realised their precious new shiny babas were lined up in the nursery being given tea instead of being offered breast. Why this was surprising them when they had been offered homeopathy instead of gas and air only hours earlier was a mystery to me. Especially when they had to stop swilling their nethers in chamomile in order to protest. So many uses for tea. You wouldn't get that in the caff.

As God is my witness, I have never yet set foot inside a Gregg's.

Tomorrow, I shalt sally forth and purchase a sausage role from a Gregg's, because clearly I have never lived.

Always say yes to more water. It's essentially another cup of tea and is always welcome.

Get a chicken oval bite too. Best sandwich ever.

Serviettes eewwwww

How on Earth did I sink so low as to find myself on the same thread as someone using the word... serviettes??

[Twitches skirts aside in distaste...]

So went to greggs. Jam doughnuts were a waste of time - they used to have the powdery sugar rather than the grainy sugar shakes head. My pregnancy craving is not satisfied.